Confessions of a Nazi

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Christmas 1996. That’s me seated, appropriately, on the far right.

BEING A FAN of President Trump automatically makes me a Nazi, a racist, yada-yada, according to many who vote these days for the Democrat Party. Many, but not all.

I put folks who still vote for Democrats* in one of two categories:

  1. Nasty people, a loud and sometimes violent minority.
  2. Well-meaning, naive people, the majority, calmer but out of touch.

I’m here to tell you a tale and, simultaneously, toot my own horn. Let us title what follows: Good Deeds by a Nazi. It will be fun.

In the late 1990s, I did volunteer work in Houston with two agencies. One was Meals on Wheels. Since I worked evenings at the newspaper, my days were free, so I delivered meals to the needy who, more often than not, were (egads!) black!

What was I thinking?

One in particular became my favorite, a 99-year-old woman who lived alone in a shotgun house in a ghetto abutting downtown. Even on days when I was not delivering her meal, I would sometimes stop by her house, and we would sit on the front porch a spell.

She enjoyed that a lot. She had virtually no visitors, having outlived all her friends, and her relatives were not worth warm spit.

At times I would buy her food on my own dime, and I’d wrap it in foil at her house, and put it into her freezer. Once the two of us went to a high-end seafood restaurant on the South Loop. It overwhelmed her, and most of her plate went home in a doggy bag.

I ate all mine, however. It was very good. I have a photo of her sitting in the passenger seat of my green Ford Ranger pickup on that very day. She dolled herself up for the occasion.

For her 100th birthday, I got a large number of my newspaper coworkers to send cards. Many included cash gifts. She received so many that she opened only a few. One wonders how much money she left in that pile of envelopes in her spare bedroom which was full of all manner of junk. She died soon after her 100th.

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Nazi Santa.

My other volunteer post was working at an agency that employed retarded people, oops, I mean mentally challenged. It gave them a purpose and maybe they earned some cash. I don’t remember.

What we did was cane chairs.

I was one of two or three normal people who did both caning — I had to learn — and supervising of the other people, the ones down a few steps on the ladder of mental acuity.

They were exceptionally nice people. Some were only slightly challenged. Others were severely disabled.

But they could all cane chairs.

We had a Christmas party in 1996, which is when the photo was shot at the top. The group includes both the retarded folks and the normal ones. I played Santa.

It was a good time, even for a Nazi.

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* I long did, but it was different back then.

(Note: One day, making my Meals on Wheels rounds, a guy ran a red light and creamed me in my Ford Ranger pickup. The truck was quite caved in on the driver’s side, but I was not hurt. The other driver was very contrite. A year after the accident, he phoned me and asked how everything had turned out, which I thought was very nice. Another of those damnable black people too! A Nazi can’t get a break.)

32 thoughts on “Confessions of a Nazi

  1. I was in Houston over the weekend. I think you and all the other good people must have left when you did, for sure the ones who drive the damnable traffic in Houston. And, yes, Houston is blue (with a small b).

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    1. Carole: I would love to visit Houston again, if only someone would teleport me there. It’s the going that holds me back, that and the godawful expense of it. If you mean Houston is b with a small b, meaning heavily Democrat, that is sad. They did elect a left-wing, lesbian mayor not that long ago, and now they’ve got Sylvester Turner. There has not been a Republican mayor since 1982. I imagine the town’s on its way to being like almost all large, Democrat-run cities, i.e. a cesspool. I remember when I left in 2000, there were more vagrants living on the downtown streets than I have ever seen in Mexico in one spot. Sad.

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  2. All Nazis were fascists. But not all fascists are Nazis. Nazis no longer exist. Might be a few authentic Nazis still alive but thankfully not for much longer. Most have died off. But there are wannabes, the neo-Nazis. They don’t even know what National Socialism was really like. They just hate non-whites.They’re a putrid bunch. Stupid people actually. Like the one who ran his car into the crowd in Charlottesville and killed a young woman. He’s doing life plus 400+ years. Stupid and vile. A disgusting bunch of excrement.

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  3. You failed to mention that you are also a racist, a misogynist, a homophobe, and I forget what else in that litany of foul epithets Democrats are so fond of flinging at anyone who disagrees with their ideas. You probably also had ancestors that owned slaves. I see Kamala Harris, Barack Obama and Beto O’Rourke are guilty of this horrible sin. Just more BS. I sure hope the Democrats get what is coming to them in the next election. Their “hate white people” narrative is really riling up the part of the electorate that always votes. Time will tell, and we can only hope and vote.

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    1. Señor Gill: Being a Nazi implies I’m also a racist. It comes with the definition. And all that other stuff too. As for having a slave-owning ancestor, I can do that one better. I have an actual slave ancestor, a woman who also shared my last name and was the biracial daughter of some ancestor of mine. Or something like that. There was a book published about her about 25 years ago. I wish I had bought a copy. I think it means I have some “black blood”! Maybe I should join Black Lives Matter.

      As for Obama, O’Rourke and Harris, they’re all nincompoops.

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      1. So, are you in line to collect on the reparations? I see Chuck Schumer is supporting the reparations flimflam. Obama and Harris don’t qualify, but they will probably be there in line with their hands out.

        After the Civil War, our families had nothing but ashes. When do we get repaid for all of the damage and loss of slaves?

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        1. Señor Gill: Reparations! I never thought of that. Maybe my “black blood,” insignificant quantity that it is, will bring a little taxpayer cash my way. I would really like that.

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          1. You know, if we’re going to do reparations, what about the countries in Africa that the slaves were stolen from? You don’t think this was a painless exercise for them either, do you? (I don’t mean you, specifically.) Surely families were separated, towns destroyed, and all manner of havoc wreaked. Do these Democrats really think they can sweep all of that under the carpet too?

            Someone needs to ask them.

            Saludos,

            Kim G
            Boston, MA
            Where I’m just hoping the Brits don’t demand reparations for the Viking raids of the 1100s.

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            1. P.S. If anyone deserves reparations, it seems like it would be Native Americans first. Yet this hasn’t even been mentioned. So would I be cynical if I said this idea was simply pandering?

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  4. Just cannot say I’m surprised. You’ve kinda always been this way. Glad to see the above facts.

    Lived 70 miles or so north of Houston years ago (only because of my job, which was there) but thankfully got further West as soon as my personal economics would permit it. La Gringa and I both have numerous relatives in Houston and the area.

    You are correct in your present assessment of the place.

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    1. Ricardo: I think the last time I was in Houston was about 12 or 13 years ago. What I remember most was the trolley line downtown and the raised extension of South Main Street as it headed out toward where I once lived. I really enjoyed the 15+ years I lived there. And it had better restaurants than New Orleans, more variety. All of which is to say my memories are positive ones.

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  5. Houston today is not the Houston you knew then. I live outside the city limits. It’s a hotbed of issues currently in all directions. While you were doing Meals on Wheels, I was doing Mayor’s telephone reassurance as well as Texans for the Improvement of Nursing homes. Friend’s son worked at the Chronicle in those days, Otto Evans. But today it is a multinational variety of people coming from all directions. It still has a garden variety of places to eat. No end to what a good camera can create all across this place.

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    1. Pat: It was an interesting place while I was there. I’m sure it still is, perhaps in a less positive direction. But that is true of the United States in general.

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  6. This past week I listened to a lecture about the roots of Pentecostalism — especially the Azusa Street revival. Because I was raised as a Pentecostal, I knew most of the broad facts. What I did not know were the details. And that is the reason for this comment.

    The revival was led by a black minister William Seymour in a church on Azusa Street in Los Angeles in 1906. There was a great outpouring of God’s spirit in that congregation. I knew all of that. What I had forgotten was the background of Seymour’s mentor, Charles Parham. Parham was an intellectual contradiction. He was a white minister with some bizarre ideas about white superiority. (According to his delusions, whites were created on a special day of creation — the mythical eighth.) But there was no doubt that he deeply cared for black Americans.

    Parham and Seymour insisted that the baptism of the Holy Spirit was for all Christians. For that reason, they insisted that their congregations be integrated. The press had a field day with three aspects of Azusa — attacking its theology, but, even more vehemently, striking out at the mixing of the races in church and the fact that Seymour, a black man, was in a position of religious authority in a mixed-race church. Mind you, this was in Los Angeles. The church was an early pioneer in civil rights for all Americans — based on their message of God’s love.

    I had lunch two days ago with an American expatriate whose politics are light years from mine. I thought he would be interested in how the oft-perceived notion that Pentecostals are uneducated racists is just plain wrong. My youthful experience amongst Pentecostals bore out what I learned in the lecture.

    My lunch partner was not going to have any of it. He literally exploded accusing all Christians of being right-wing fascists who want to put people of color in cages.

    I have written before that some Christians have brought this type of prejudice on themselves. But the cause is not important. The unfortunate fact is that political prejudice runs deep amongst the right and the left. In modern parlance, Parham undoubtedly held some reprehensible racist views. But it was his actions that mattered.

    What saddens me most these days is the inability to parse through human foibles to find the common ground on which we stand. Instead, we live our political lives as if we were once again fighting the Korean war — taking one meaningless hill after another.

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    1. When it comes to religion, I pretty much let folks believe what they want. But when they take out the snakes, I leave.

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  7. I always suspected you had a sordid past. Now that I know the truth I guess I’ll have to disavow your blog. Sorry.

    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Where we’re just dying with laughter as the Democrats fall right into Trump’s trap, all the while loudly proclaiming that they are doing the opposite.

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  8. I had an uncle that was Pentacostal. Baseball was a very big thing where I grew up. Our high school dominated the state. We had two black players, brothers, one went on to play professionally. My cousins were pretty good ball players. Baseball was in our genes. Our grandfather pitched for the St. Louis Browns. They could have made the team, played on a championship squad, but my uncle wouldn’t let them play on a team with coloreds.

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      1. Nah, he died a real bigot. The rest of the family had nothing to do with him. His oldest son turned out the same.

        BTW, that should read “Baseball was in our genes”!

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        1. Gerard: People usually do not change much. And offspring, more often than not, are reflections of their parents.

          I corrected the jeans/genes thing. Oddly, I did not even notice that. For a former professional editor, I should be ashamed of myself.

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  9. I applaud you for your good works, sir.

    Interesting comments as well. I’d add to the discussion, but of course I’m from the great State of Alabama, which labels me a racist regardless of my personal views on the subject.

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    1. Ray: It was fun to do those “good works.” Well, getting broadsided at that traffic light was no load of party balloons. Though my truck was caved in significantly on that side, it was still driveable, so I did the rest of my deliveries for that day. Thinking back, I believe there was only one more to go, and it was close by.

      And yeah, you Alabama rednecks are all in the Klan. Everyone knows that. And you should be ashamed of yourself too!

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  10. Part of the problem here is differing definitions of racism. One side believes that unless personal animosity is involved (of the type Gerard mentions above) it isn’t racism. The other side believes that supporting policies that affect races in different manners or in different degrees is racism.

    I don’t recollect ever calling anyone racist; it doesn’t seem to be a helpful thing. But at some point, preponderance of evidence points at willful intent.

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    1. Creigh: I define racism as discrimination in a negative way based on race. That’s it. In the grand scheme, however, I think it’s crystal clear that the overwhelming majority of people prefer the company of people who are like them. That can be race, religion, language, culture, etc., or a combination of those factors. I believe this is deep in human nature.

      You don’t recall ever calling anyone racist? Why not? Some people quite clearly are. I have no qualms about calling someone racist (though I rarely — or never — bother to do it), but I don’t call everyone with different opinions a racist. Plenty of people in one of the principal political parties in the U.S. do that now on a daily basis. I won’t name that party. Not necessary.

      Dunno why your comment was sent to moderation. T’wasn’t me.

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